When I left my wonderland this
morning,
My drowsy eyes were resistant to
widening,
I peeped out of the window of my
house,
Lying there was a beauty completely
abstruse.
I immediately left my soporific cozy
bed,
Ran out uncaring for sweaters &
slippers, just with a chalice,
Not willing to let waste even a
single drop of her beauty,
Not willing to let miss even a
single morsel of her soothing voice.
Draped in white saree,
Was standing a brunette virgin
beauty,
Caressing her disheveled hair,
With an aura of chill & numbness
surrounding her.
Oh, she had an erogenous figure,
She kissed my suprasternal notch,
An array of goose bumps flowed
across my body,
My winsome heart started pounding
very heavily.
She had some friends though....
A few famished crows diving deep in
air,
Searching every twig, every branch
to quell their hunger.
A single peacock standing atop the roof,
Flaunting his envious feathers but
keeping him aloof.
And some foolish human figures with shawls,
pullovers & mufflers,
Escaping from her, unwilling to
amalgamate their souls with that of hers.
I remained standstill embraced by
her,
Till that demon, Sun, came over,
He stripped her, she cried with a
mew,
Plethoras of tears fall as drops of
dew.
Oh I miss her....
The warmth of her wet lips,
That moisture of her gentle kiss,
The translucent mantle of her white
saree,
That unforgettable feeling of an
elated bliss.
She went away with a promise,
To meet me a day after,
She was a close accomplice of
freezing cold,
She was the harbinger of winter.
She was indeed a virgin lady from
heaven,
She was the first dense MIST of
this winter season.